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In our days, when moral, moral problems are becoming increasingly important and acute, it is important for us to more fully and sharply "see" Mayakovsky as the greatest lyricist. Here he is a pioneer of world poetry of the 20th century. A pioneer not only in political, socially naked, civil lyrics, but also in poems about the revolution, its heroes ...

Even in the pre-October period, rejecting the “chirping” bourgeois poets who “spilling with rhymes, from loves and nightingales” boil “some kind of brew”, Mayakovsky, in the best traditions of Russian and world lyrical poetry, acts as a passionate singer and defender of true love, uplifting and inspiring man:

And I feel -

not enough for me.

Some of me break out stubbornly.

Who is speaking?

Your son is very sick!

He has a heart of fire.

Mayakovsky jokingly said that it would be good to find reasonable use for human passions - at least to make turbines rotate - so that energy charges would not be wasted. The joke turned out to be things for at least one of the passions - love. Salvation for the poet was creativity and inspiration, lurking in the underground depths of this passion.

not heaven but bushes,

buzzing about it

what's again

put into work

exhausted motor.

The famous lines about the creative power of love (“Love is with sheets, torn insomnia, break loose, jealous of Copernicus ...”) were truly a great artistic discovery of Mayakovsky. In them, his talent was freely and widely revealed, triumphing over his victory over “chaos” and “inertia”. As if freed from the force that humiliated him, the poet opened up completely to meet a new emotion that reconciled the heart and mind. Characteristic in this regard is the poem "Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva". Surprisingly unusual is the beginning of a poetic message addressed to a beloved woman. At the same time, it is characteristic of Mayakovsky, for whom everything is inseparable from the revolution both in poetry and in life, in the fate of the Motherland and the fate of each of its fellow citizens:

In the kiss of hands

in body tremors

close to me

my republics

blaze.

The addressee of the letter is a person really close to the poet:

You are the only one for me

straight growth,

get close

with an eyebrow,

about this

important evening

tell

more human.

But everything is not so simple. Rejecting jealousy with his mind - "feelings of the offspring of the nobility", - the poet is jealous of his beloved for Paris: "... not a thunderstorm, but it's just jealousy that moves mountains." Realizing that jealousy can offend the woman he loves, he seeks to calm her down, but at the same time to say what she means to him, how dear and close:

Passion measles will come down with a scab,

but joy

inexhaustible

I'll be long

I'll just

I speak in verse.

And suddenly a new twist on a deeply personal theme. As if returning to the beginning of the poetic message, the poet excitedly says:

I'm not myself

for Soviet Russia.

Again, at first glance, such a statement may seem, to put it mildly, somewhat strange and unexpected. After all, we are talking about a deeply personal, intimate feeling, about love and jealousy for a woman from Russia, who, due to circumstances, found herself far from her homeland - in Paris. But the poet dreams that his beloved was with him in Soviet Russia...

Don't you think

just squinting

from under straightened arcs.

Go here,

go to the crossroads

my big

and clumsy hands.

Beloved is silent. She is still in Paris. The poet returns home alone. But you can't tell your heart. Again and again he recalls with excitement everything that happened in Paris. He still loves this woman. He believes that in the end his love will win:

Do not want?

Stay and winter

and that's an insult

we will lower it to the general account.

I don't care

someday I'll take

or together with Paris.

To open a person of the future means to open oneself, to open, to really feel this future in one's soul and heart. Thus, some of the best love poems by Vladimir Mayakovsky were born in our poetry.

The love lyrics of Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky are also not simple and original, like his life and party work. The poet had many women who were muses for him, he dedicated his poems to them, but among all of them, the most interesting Russian emigrant living in Paris is Tatyana Yakovleva.

Their acquaintance took place in 1928, Mayakovsky almost immediately fell in love with Yakovlev, at the same time offering her a hand and heart, but, most importantly, was refused, because Tatyana did not want to return to her homeland and chose Paris, and not a poet in love. It must be said that she feared not without reason, since the waves of arrests, one after another, drowned Russia in blood and shame. She could have been brought to trial without the slightest reason, like her husband, because such troubles always hit the whole family.

Returning to Russia, Mayakovsky wrote the well-known sarcastic, poignant and ardent poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”, where he vividly and furiously expressed his emotions towards his beloved. For example, in the first lines of the poem, Mayakovsky wants to say that he will not exchange his native country for anything, emphasizing that he is a patriot. The fever of feeling is unable to break his iron will, but it is heated to the limit.

The poet is not only far away from Paris. He no longer loves “Parisian love” and women who are trying in every possible way to hide themselves behind silks and cosmetics, however, Mayakovsky singles out Tatyana among all of them: “You are the only one who is my height” - showing her beautiful and desirable, as if proving that she should not be among those unnatural and miserable.

With all this, Mayakovsky is jealous of Tatiana for Paris, but he knows that he cannot offer her something other than his love, because in Soviet Russia there have come such times when hunger, disease and death equalized all classes. Many people, on the contrary, sought to leave the country, as did the woman who won his heart. “We need you in Moscow too: there are not enough long-legged ones,” Mayakovsky shouts about the desire of Russian people to leave the country, go abroad and live in clover. He is offended that the best leave the country and do not leave in vain, not out of an empty whim. What would happen to this sophisticated aristocrat at home? Endless humiliation from the mere sight of the streets littered with misfortunes. Alas, her easy step cannot be only with him at the crossroads of "big and clumsy hands."

The finale is cruel: "Stay and winter, and we will lower this insult to the common account." It so happened that the lovers were on opposite sides of the barricades. Mayakovsky ridicules Tatyana as an ideological opponent, a coward, to whom he scornfully threw "Stay!", Considering this an insult. Where should she, from Paris, spend the winter in Russian latitudes? However, he still passionately loves a woman in her who has nothing to do with politics. His internal conflict between the free creator and the party poet escalated to the extreme: Mayakovsky begins to realize what sacrifices he is making on the altar of the party. For what? The fact that nothing, in fact, has changed as a result of the revolutionary struggle. Only the scenery and slogans were reincarnated in other tinsel and falsehood. All the vices of the previous state are inescapable both in the new state and in any state. Maybe it was Tatyana Yakovleva who gave rise to doubt in him about the correctness of his lonely path.

It is interesting that Tatyana had many suitors, among whom, perhaps, there were noble, rich people, but Mayakovsky cannot imagine Yakovleva having dinner with them, and speaks of this in his poem. He sees her only next to him and in conclusion writes: “I will take you anyway - alone or together with Paris” - but a year and a half after writing such an ironic and at the same time touching poem, Mayakovsky takes his own life, never got what he wanted so badly. Perhaps the loss of his beloved marked the beginning of a painful reflection of the author, which undermined his mental health. This makes the poem "Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva" even more tragic and sad.

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/ / / Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva"

The original work of V. Mayakovsky was filled with extraordinary and very exciting works. He was quite an ideological person and believed in socialism. In his opinion, a person cannot have personal happiness if there is no happiness in society. He was a desperate patriot, and would never betray his homeland because of his love for women.

Once, while traveling in Paris, Mayakovsky met a Russian woman Tatyana Yakovleva there. Having visited such a romantic city, she did not want to return to Russia and remained to live abroad. Vladimir was madly in love with a woman, he proposed marriage to her, he asked her to return to her homeland. But, Tatyana refused him, hinting that she would be his wife only if they stayed in Paris. Of course, Mayakovsky did not agree to such conditions and went home.

Already on the territory of his homeland, he writes a poetic work in the form of a sharp letter and sends it to Tatyana. At the very beginning of the poem, the author says that his feelings of a patriot are much stronger than love. He says that he does not believe in the love of French women at all. He does not like those who hide their true nature behind cosmetics and outfits.

Turning to Tatyana, Vladimir asks her to stand next to him, on a par with him. He persuades the woman to return, he writes and reminds her of the real life, which is not possible to cross out their lives. Mayakovsky is insanely jealous of Tatyana, because he understands that such a beauty has a lot of fans even without him. He also writes that he is gnawed by all-Russian jealousy for the fact that such beautiful women simply leave their homeland.

Mayakovsky has absolutely nothing to offer Yakovleva. He has nothing but love. He understands that he will be rejected. And this causes anger in his soul.

The last lines of the poem are filled with sarcasm and rudeness. He calls Tatyana a traitor. And, with all this, anyway, promises to achieve her consent. But, these two people were no longer destined to meet. Soon, Mayakovsky left this world by committing suicide.

"Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva" is one of the most striking poems in the love lyrics of V.V. Mayakovsky. In form, it is a letter, an appeal, a didactic monologue addressed to a specific person - a real person. Tatyana Yakovleva is the poet's Parisian passion that happened to him when he visited this city of love in 1928.

This meeting, feelings flared up, short-lived, but bright relationships - everything so deeply excited the poet that he dedicated a very lyrical, but at the same time pathos poem to them. Since V.V. Mayakovsky by that time had already established himself as a poet-tribune, he could not write only about the personal. In the "Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva" the personal is very sharply and powerfully combined with the public. Thus, this poem about love is often referred to as the poet's civil lyrics.

From the very first lines, the poet does not separate himself and his feelings from the Motherland: in a kiss, the red color of “my republics” “should burn”. Thus, an amazing metaphor is born when love for a particular person is not separated from love for the Motherland. V.V. Mayakovsky, as a representative of the new, Soviet Russia, is very sarcastic and jealous of all emigrants who left the country, albeit for a variety of reasons. And although in Russia “one hundred millions felt bad,” the poet believes that you still need to love her and like that.

The poet was happy that he had found a woman worthy of himself: “You are the only one who is the same height as me.” Therefore, he was especially insulted by the fact that Yakovleva refused his offer to return to Russia with him. He felt offended both for himself and for the Motherland, from which he does not separate himself: “I am not myself, but I am jealous for Soviet Russia.”

V.V. Mayakovsky understood perfectly well that the flower of the Russian nation had traveled far beyond the borders of the Motherland, and their knowledge, skills and talents were so needed by the new Russia. The poet deliberately dresses this idea as a joke: they say that in Moscow there are not enough “long-legged”. So wounded male pride hides great heartache behind caustic sarcasm.

And although almost the entire poem is saturated with caustic irony and sarcasm, it still ends optimistically: "I'll take you all the time someday - alone or together with Paris." Thus, the poet makes it clear that his ideals, the ideals of the new Russia, will sooner or later be accepted by the whole world.